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Day Three; RP Show
Topic Started: Dec 19 2008, 11:07 AM (234 Views)
brlysis
Milk-Chan
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12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS 2008
DAY THREE!

In this issue

CLYDE KENNEDY
COBRA
MARK ADAMS JR
THE CYCLOPS
ROMAN ANDERSON
ANGEL DEMENTE
STEVIE PORTER
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CLYDE KENNEDY
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(Backstage at the 12 Days of Christmas Tournament, the quiet before the storm. Suddenly, production assistants scatter as “The Policy” Clyde Kennedy turns the corner, directly after his match with Matt Payne. Kennedy is on the rampage, smashing tables, pushing people, an animal unleashed. He is followed closely by Cassandra Whitmore, his personal assistant. Kennedy storms into his locker room, almost knocking the door off his hinges.)

Kennedy: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?

Whitmore: Excuse me, sir?

Kennedy: That son of a bitch Payne cheats, hits me with a loaded boot, and gets the win? Is there any way of checking if that boot is loaded? NO! Of course there isn’t, because he already got rid of the evidence, I’m sure! Did anyone check his height before the match? His weight? No one noticed he put on a few pounds in his feet before the bell rung?

Whitmore: Sir, I can check…

Kennedy: Check what? The dumpsters behind the arena? The referees’ bank account? Maybe you could study the film like the Zapruder tape. NO, what is done is done, and that bastard pulled one over on me. Fool me once, shame on him, if he fools me twice, I’m break his back with the Contraption.

(Kennedy notices the cameraman and moves in front of it in two huge steps. The cameraman attempts to pull back, but Kennedy grabs the lens.)

Kennedy: The sleeping giant has awoken. Roman Anderson, you are going to pay for Payne’s actions. I hope that you haven’t made any plans for the next few months, because I’m going to put you in the Contraption and you’re not going to walk. That’s a promise. I’m going to use you to send a message to the whole tournament. I’ve had enough of people snickering at TSWF and at me. NO ONE WILL BE LAUGHING ANYMORE!

(Kennedy lets go of the camera and turns to one of the lockers. He punches it as hard as he can, the door folding around his fist like putty. He lifts his hand next to his face and holds it still for the camera, as blood slowly trickles from a cut on his knuckles.)

Kennedy: NO ONE WILL DEFEAT ME! I will break bones, I will tear limb from limb, I will leave no competitor walking! Roman Anderson, your time has come! You will fall and I will move on in the tournament. All will fall before me, dropped by my hand.

(Kennedy flexes his hand.)

Kennedy: This hand. And I will face down Matt Payne again, and he will not be able to defeat me, loaded boot and whatever other tricks he has up his sleeve. There is only one person who will walk out of the 12 Days of Christmas Tournament. And that is “The Policy” Clyde Kennedy.

(Miss Whitmore takes a towel to Kennedy’s hand. He doesn’t break his gaze with the camera.)
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COBRA
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Fade in to show Cobra, the two-time defending 12 Days Tournament Champion standing in front of a black backdrop. Nothing else is seen, just Cobra in his full wrestling attire. Around his neck are the 2006 and 2007 gold medals that he won in the 12 Days Tournament.

Cobra: I know what everyone is saying and I know what the big hoopla is all about. Everyone wants to know what happened in that first match. How could the two time defending champion possibly lose his first match? Furthermore, how could he do so to a girl of all people? And now everyone sits watching this waiting for their answer.

However it’s not going to come. I don’t have an answer for you. I just know that what happened in the first match was an aberration. A fluke. A once in a lifetime event. Much like the snow that we have here in Las Vegas. Something that was originally thought to be impossible just becomes improbable with one rare occurrence that may never happen again.

And that’s it really. That’s all I got for you.

I mean, am I surprised that I lost my first match of the 2008 12 Days tourney? Some may say that. To be honest, I didn’t really know when that match was going to take place. It didn’t really matter to me. Am I embarrassed that I lost to a girl? Some may say that too. But to be honest, I didn’t even know who my opponent was, let alone care. It didn’t really matter to me. Was I completely unprepared for this tournament and now worried that I face elimination? Some are saying that. But I’m not.

I will continue to forget when these matches are supposed to happen. I will continue to ignore the match ups and I will continue to go into the matches blind. Fighting whomever stands in the ring before me. None of that matters to me. And you know why? Because in the end, after all 12 days are completed, and every match has taken place, there will be only one thing that does matter to me, and the only thing the will ever matter. And that is that Cobra will be the 12 Days champion.

FTB
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MARK ADAMS JR
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(The scene opens backstage at Day Three of the Twelve Days of Christmas Tournament as "The Legacy" Mark Adams Jr. stands in front of a wall-sized plaque bearing the names of the many gold, silver, and bronze medal winners in the history of the tournament.)

ADAMS: It's funny but, rather than feeling disillusioned about being cheated out of a main event victory on Day Two of the Twelve Days of Christmas, my loss to "Hot Stuff" Stevie Porter, though undeserved, has actually motivated me to a new level of competitiveness.

For, rather than letting it bother me that my obviously much more experienced opponent could find no better way to beat a first year rookie like myself than by putting his feet on the ropes...

Or rather than feeling disappointed that an experienced referee could fail to notice such a flagrant violation of the rules...

I find myself exhilarated by the fact that my next opponent's qualifications put my last opponent's to shame and a victory over him will more than just vindicate my loss, it will prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that "The Legacy" Mark Adams Jr. is a force to be reckoned with in this tournament.

So, "Hot Stuff," I hope you feel good about cheating the new kid out of his first big win because, the next time we meet, my friend, whether it be here in the Twelve Days Tournament or anyplace else, you will never, ever forget the name Mark Adams Jr.

As for my opponent tomorrow night, I must admit to feeling a bit starstruck.

After all, not only has Cobra been a longtime personal favorite of mine, he is a former VXW Television Champion and two-time Twelve Days of Christmas Gold Medal Winner.

But, when I make the legendary Cobra tap out tomorrow night to the "Icebreaker Crossface"...

When I see the look in his eyes as he realizes his time at the top of this tournament may be coming to an end...

Then I will know that the time has truly come...for a "Legacy" to arrive.

(And, with that, Adams turns to walk away as the camera zooms in on the blank square on the plaque where this year's winners will soon find their names...and WE FADE TO BLACK.)
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THE CYCLOPS
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(The one eyed masked man stands, in his glory, all seven feet of him. Behold his size, behold the icy glare from that one eye and fear, yes I said FEAR!)

CYCLOPS: Me big man!

You little man. Big man crush little man.

Hope is lost, you are a flower to be crushed. You are beauty, and I am ugly.

In my world ugly wins.

You are in my world!

YOU ARE IN MY WORLD!!!!!!

(fade)
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ROMAN ANDERSON
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[Roman Anderson is shaking his head as he stands in front of the 12 Days banner]

Fluke. Damn beginners luck, it had to be.

Congrats Volga, but it won’t happen again.

[Anderson tilts his head, deep in thought]

Now that I think about it, you and I won’t meet again Jakey. You aren’t winning again in this thing, while I will not lose again.

Which begins me to Clyde [snickers] Kennedy.

Yes, the TSWF Champion. And that a nickel will get, well, whatever you can get with a nickel.

I don’t respect you Clyde. So don’t look for me to talk about how I am going to ‘approach you with respect because you are a champion’.

Champions are a dime a dozen in this game and we all know it.

[Anderson puffs out his chest]

I have been a champion. Everyone knows that and I will win this thing.

I am not going to talk about how great I am Clyde.

[Anderson leans in]

Though I am.

And Clyde I will not talk about how Matt Payne kicked your a##!

[snickers]

Your headache should remind you of that.

Matt Payne!?!? You got schooled by that hormone injected freak show! Payne is nothing, a dog. Sure he can bark, sure he can growl but when you kick him, he whines like a bitch.

And Clyde, you couldn’t even beat Payne.

[Shaking his head, Roman Anderson begins to smile]

So Clyde, I am going to send you home, 0 and two. So before you come out for the event, pack your little TSWF commemorative gym bag and place your little tin title belt in it too.

[Anderson pops, as if he was actually hit by the thought]

No wait, bring it along. If I beat you Clyde, I think I’d like to have that title of yours.

[Anderson grins from one side of his mouth]

Scrap metal is getting a good price these days.

[fade]
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ANGEL DEMENTE
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[Darkness. Grating, thick morass of darkness. Inky blackness yet sinking through comes a muted rasp. A scratch. A breath. A whisper.]

V: On the first... day... of Christmas... my true love gave to me... A partridge in a pear tree...

[Whispered singing. A pause. A... chuckle?]

V: On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me...

[Scratching. A pause. A thump.]

V: Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.

[Breathing. Rapid then slow. A long exhalation.]

V: On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Three French hens,

[Cackling.]

V: Two turtle doves,

[Silence. Breathing.]

V: And a partridge in a pear tree.

[A long series of hushed mumbles continue. One might swear the chaotic quiet is a song if not for the imminent menace behind it. The voice speaks up. Harsh and whining.]

V: And a partridge in a pear tree.

[Cackling.]

V: And a partridge in a pear tree.

[Cackling.]

V: And a partridge in a pear tree.

[Cackling.]

V: And a partridge in a pear tree.

[Cackling.]

V: And a partridge in a pear tree.

[Cackling.]

V: And a partridge in a pear tree.

[Silence.]

[Barely a whisper. Barely intoned above absolute silence in the absolute darkness.]

V: And a partridge...

[Last syllable drawn out.]

V: ...in a pear...

[Again the last syllable runs out with the performer's breath.]

V: ...tree.

[Harsh and sudden end to the word. Inky blackness. Chaotic quiet. Imminent menace. Silence. Silence. Silence.]

[Breathing.]

[Heavy rapid breaths.]

[Cackling.]

[Cackling.]

[Sobbing.]

[Silence.]

[Broken...]

V: On the fourth day of Christmas.

[A sudden rush of movement reveals a face of insanity. Crimson gore running from a fresh wound upon a forehead ridged with scarred tissue. Down the pale face is trickles in rivulets of pain. Teeth, many missing, let forth a venomous hiss.]

V: ...I killed Jacob Volga.

[Face gone. Voice gone. Silence.]

[Bells jingling.]

[Blackness.]

[Bells jingling.]

[Cackling.]

[Bells jingling.]

[Fade.]
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‘HOTSTUFF’ STEVIE PORTER
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"I warned you all. I came ... I stepped inside that ring ... I gave Mr.
Adams Jr the highlight of his career."

[We open to the famous voice of, "Hotstuff" Stevie Porter. He sits looking
rather relaxed across a leather couch. The first thing that jumps out is
the Santa's hat sitting across the head of ol' Stevie himself.]

"What a night! The hype machine was behind the youngster and he was primed
ready for the upset and like a thief in the night the better man picked up
the pace and _reminded_ everybody who the down right favorite to win this
tournament was."

[A chuckle comes from Porter as he continues on with his ego stroke.]

"I mean it was legendary. There I stood building up the final moments of
the match. The fans were on the edge of their seats. Mark Adams felt the
momentum growing. This was the _highlight_ of his career ... Then just
like I said I was going to do ... I turned the tides and BOOM in the snap
of a fingers the referee's hands were dropping ..."

[Stevie does the mocking gesture as if he was doing a dramatic count ..]

"ONE ... TWO ... THREE!!!"

[Porter pauses as if he taking in that special moment.]

"For me it was another night ... Another page in ol' Stevie's book. For
Mark Adams this loss will haunt him for the rest of his career. He came
so close, but in the end he failed when stepping inside the ring one on
one with the Prince of Phoenix ... The Icon of Indies ... The Messiah of
Memphis ... The Stud of San Diego ... and now Champion of Christmas!"

[Oh no! Now look what you did!]

"That's right Stevie Porter is now the Champion of Christmas as I waltz my
way through this round robin tournament. As I look at my next lucky
opponent I had to have myself a small chuckle. This spotlight tournament
has the gall of sticking a guy rolling around with the name "Cyclops" into
the ring with their diamond?"

[Porter has a look as if he doesn't know if he should take this as an
insult or what.]

"Thinking more about it maybe they knew the Champion of Christmas was the
only one who could make chicken [bleep] look like chicken salad. My
thoughts? Simple if I can make Mark Adams Jr look half way decent then
Cyclops will look like Bruce freaking Lee."

[Porter shrugs with a sly grin across his face.]

"In the end it's another victory and another step towards bringing this
twelve days of Christmas tournament back to Stevie land. Your First day
MVP is ready to wave his magic wand and carry on his shoulders this lump of
crap, Cyclops and make the fans jaw drop and leap to their feet in
excitement."

[Porter nods proudly.]




























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